*shaky Voice* In Case You Haven't Noticed, I'm Weird. I'm A Weirdo. I Don't Fit In, I Don't *sniffs Hand*

WHERE WERE YOU ON THE NIGHT OF THE 57TH??

On a fuckin throne as usual. Where were you? Huh? Huh?!!?

[image descriptions: I'll make this quick and simple. it shows all the other ships that competed and that Rosemary won against everyone! in the final round, we won against alphys x undyne at 69% to 31%. nice!]

Rosemary won the finals!!!!!!!!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡lo hicimos!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah yeah iconic yaoi poll botting scandal kawoshin v sasunaru upset of the century HAVE YOU HEARD that rosemary won the iconic yuri poll against alphyne by a margin of 69% on undertales anniversary after personally beating the likes of pearlrose appledash tyzula and bubbline even after multiple twitch streamers with hundreds of thousands of followers tried to glowsquid bubbline??

YOU CANT FIGHT THE HOMESTUCK

This is…very relatable.

(text source: ndiecity, toastpotent, and some anon on tumblr)

POV: Polypa ruins your movie experience while undercover

Y'ALL

[image description: Daytah Whyfye on discord says: "I'm abusing my powers to say, VOTE ROSEMARY". there's a link to a Twitter poll where you can vote for which ship you like better: Bubbline (adventure time) or Rosemary (homestuck). then there's a tweet from James Roach saying "fuck it, if Rosemary wins I will personally make sure there is new content for you". / end ID]

here is the link to the poll:

go forth and vote!

heh heh bugs

[text source: dreams_of_slothes on twitter]

[image descriptions: Chahut is at a festival. she says "hot girl summer is over". the scene changes and she's now in front of a haunted house. she continues "it's officially time for haunted whore Halloween!" / end ID]

text sources: mikaababy on tumblr]

good news and bad news! but not in that order.

when you’re a gay lion and you accidentally tried to introduce your lesbian lioness friend to one of her own exes at a gay bar and she goes into the bathroom and bitches you out for not being able to tell her endlessly rotating cast of girlfriends apart which isn’t really fair because first of all they all keep dyeing their hair different colors and second of all she keeps getting back together with different ones at different times and meanwhile you’ve been “single” for like 8 months but are spending a lot of time with one specific guy who works at your old co-op and were going to excitedly tell her about it tonight but now you’ve ruined the whole subject of dating by trying to introduce her to her own ex at a gay bar (which is a watering hole. because you’re lions.) 

hey y'all, I'm sorry it took me so long, but I just edited this post from last year. the reason is because part of it was a meme about "gay wrath month", and I've since learned that sometimes people use that term to silence people about disabled pride month. I wasn't aware of that when I posted the original, but I don't want to leave it up and contribute to further hurting and alienating disabled people. I did point out at first that it was disabled pride month, and said July could be both, but I don't want to be involved in this anymore, so I removed that part. if you want to reblog the remaining post, please use the edited version here, with or without the explanation. if you have already reblogged the original, the edits will not change the reblogs, so I would appreciate if y'all could delete that.

I'm really sorry for all this. I'll be more careful in the future.

[image description: Daraya overconfidently says "referring to vampires as Draculas will never stop being funny". Kanaya, Ardata, Chahut, Lanque, and Tagora are now standing behind her, looking pissed. they are all in Ardata's dungeon. Daraya continues, "and I will never apologize to the Draculas community for this". / end of image description.

text source: ZachIsASkull on twitter]

pictures taken moments before disaster

I just woke up. I haven't even sat up yet. I go on the tumblr dot com to help wake my brain up. And this horny mailman porn is what greets me.

It sounds straight out of homestuck. You could have told me that this was how everyone's favorite mailman, MC, was conceived and I would have believed you. I want to go back to sleep to escape this, but I don't want to see what kinds of weird-ass dreams I'd have. I'm stuck with the knowledge, no matter what. Forever.

Good morning, y'all...

Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.